Tag: islam

But with the vast majority of scientific consensus, the reality is clear: the earth is warming, human activity is a major contributor to is, and we need to do something about it. It’s uncomfortable. It’s scary. But ignoring it is not the solution. With that realization comes a sense of urgency and responsibility.

As a faith community, the 1.8 billion Muslims around the world have the ability to make a real impact. That said, one area that I have not been able to find much on is climate change from an Islamic perspective. What does Islam say about climate change? What solutions does it present? By looking at religious texts, we find that environmentalism as a whole is ingrained in the religion. And not only that, but also how to respond when faced with such a huge, existential threat as climate change. Continue reading “Islam and Climate Change”→

If you’ve followed my blog in any capacity, you may have noticed I’ve been gone for the past 8 months. Well, I assure you it’s not because I’ve been twiddling my thumbs, staring at a blank screen. I’ve been focusing all my writing efforts into writing a book. More accurately, I’m expanding a serialized short story I wrote a long time ago into a full novel.

The story right now it tentatively called “The Long Walk”. It’s about a Muslim walking across a post-apocalyptic Canada on his journey toward Mecca for Hajj. Along the way his faith is tested and he must survive horrific creatures and, worse still, other people. He is joined by a young girl who, over time, becomes his protege, and the story becomes her journey as much as Hanif’s. A major theme in the book is the purpose of religion and belief in human society, even after society has collapsed. My goal is to write a I’ve uploaded all 3 parts of the original short story here onto my blog for you to enjoy (and critique! I appreciate the feedback). Continue reading “So I’m Writing a Book…”→

A while back I did an article called “Lessons from Luigi” where I examined some of the traits of my favourite Mario-universe character, the green-capped scaredy-cat Luigi. This time around, I’m shifting to Nintendo’s second most popular franchise, the Legend of Zelda.

Despite a shared love for the colour green, Link is almost the polar opposite of Luigi. He’s a hero who is often thrust into adventures without a second thought (not that he would complain much about it anyway, given his vocabulary consists of shouts and grunts). And just like Luigi, there’s a lot we can learn from this fictional hero that we can implement in our own lives. Continue reading “Lessons from Link”→

My wife and I often get glances when we’re walking down the street or in the mall, holding hands.

From the outside, I look like your typical white 20-something-year-old. You probably wouldn’t even know I’m Muslim, or that I had Indigenous ancestry. My wife has latte-coloured skin and wears a hijab. Visibly, you’d be able to tell she’s Muslim, but you might not know that her ancestry is marked by slavery. When people see us, they probably don’t think that we’re married, or follow the same religion. To the world, we probably seem like an oddity. But that doesn’t matter when you love someone.

Even today, some people are uncomfortable with the idea of two people of different ethnicities being together. And sadly, some people are violently opposed to the idea of different ethnic backgrounds at all.

Those who forget history…

Last week, the Charlottesville riot taught us that racism is alive and thriving in America, like a garden overrun by weeds (and, if I take the analogy further, practically being nurtured by its gardener, either by purpose or neglect). Though I live in Canada, Trump-style rhetoric has seeped into our own society and politics. We have our own alt-right media outlets that stir up hatred and grief. Alberta had the largest rise in hate crimes in Canada. Every now and then, I’ll see a truck drive by with the words “Trump” stickered on the rear window. One only needs to look at our last federal election and how the non-issue of niqab became a lightning rod for right wing politicians and their supporters.

What I’m saying is: we’re not immune to hatred. Nowhere on earth is.

Yet even as the alt-right continues to grow in prominence, bolstered by politicians like Trump or media outlets like Brietbart or The Rebel, we can’t give in. We can’t let fear and ignorance rule us. We can’t let it become normal. Otherwise the shadow of ethnic cleansing that has darkened our history will only continue to creep closer and closer. And let us not forget that ominous warning:

Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

If we forget history, we are doomed to repeat the hatred, racism and, most frighteningly, genocide that marked the previous century.

Ancestry

Both mine and my wife’s ancestry is marked by racial prejudice. My wife is Guyanese. Guyana is a nation that was colonized by several European nations, all of which used slaves and labourers from Africa, India and China. On my side, just a few generations ago, my great grandmother and her siblings were subjected to residential schools that tried to purge them of their Indigenous language, practices and identity. Though my skin is white, for me to think that that makes me better than anyone would be a gross insult to my faith, my history, my wife and her history.

At its core, the idea persists that white nations are inherently purer or more advanced than all other ethnicities. This dangerous idea has been perpetuated throughout history: the idea that your worth is determined by your skin colour.

This idea is filth.

It is rotten.

It is against everything any person with decency would hold true.

A little bit of knowledge goes a long way in this regard. As Sheikh Yasir Qadhi mentions in a Friday sermon, no one race has dominated human history. The Muslim empires dominated much of the world from the 8th to 13th century. Prior to them, it was the Romans; after them, the Renaissance in Italy. Today, technological superiority is held by Western nations.

But mere technological superiority is no standard by which a nation’s merit can be judged. That superiority is built on the backs of slaves and colonial oppression. Morals and human rights can’t easily be quantified, but I would argue they are far more worthy than technological achievement or gross GDP alone. Focusing only on these material things will only result in a decay of morals.

As Muhamad Asad, an Austrian convert, wrote in his book, The Road to Mecca,

“…and all our machines and skyscrapers could do nothing to restore the broken wholeness of our souls.”

Piety and good action

Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said in his final sermon,

“An Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab, nor does a non-Arab have any superiority over an Arab; a white has no superiority over a black, nor does a black have any superiority over a white; [none have superiority over another] except by piety and good action.”

This idea was radical among the Arabian tribes of his time, since many felt their honour was tied to their lineage (an idea ironically echoed by white nationalists).

In a masterful social and ethical move, Prophet Muhammad designated a poor, black slave named Bilal to be the first person to ascend to the top of the Ka’bah—the holy mosque in Mecca—and give the call to prayer. From then on, Bilal was the one to give the call to prayer, and his words have been echoed by Muslims of all ethnicities and economic statuses ever since. It was meant to show that ethnicity and status don’t matter in the sight of God. What matters is what is in our hearts.

The Quran even alludes to this when God says,

“O humanity! Indeed, We created you from a male and a female, and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another. Surely the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous among you. Allah is truly All-Knowing, All-Aware.”(Quran, 43:13)

It’s a shame that, 1400 years later, people still don’t understand this.

True colours

The reactions to the Charlottesville riots have shown the true colours of people, such as Trump’s refusal to condemn white nationists, or on the other hand the many tech companies (such as Twitter, Apple and GoDaddy) that are actively hunting down racist or white supremacist organizations that use their service. It was a tragic incident with a tragic failure in leadership from the president. It has resulted in swift and strong repercussions with people around the world who still have a moral conscience.

The alt-right, neo-nazis, white nationalists, all of these hate groups have been bolstered by an increasing presence in politics—not just Trump, but also in France’s Marine LePen, or the Netherlands’ Geert Wilders. In America, we are seeing the sad and harsh realities of what living under such an ideology entails. So when our leaders fail in providing moral leadership, then it falls on us to stand in whatever way we can to keep the shadows at bay. Do what you can. Speak up about it. Add your voice to the many who oppose such despicable beliefs. You can do it in everyday things: be proud of your heritage. Educate people about your culture, about history. If you have friends whose ethnicity is different from yours, stand by them.

If your wife is from a different ethnicity, hold her hand in public and ignore the stares.

Our hands are all the same. They are made to be interlocked, to fit together regardless of skin colour.

In Islam, we believe that the first racist was Iblis (Satan). He believed he was better than Adam simply because Adam was created from earth, and Iblis was created from fire.

And so when someone from our one human family thinks that they are better than someone else just because of how they were born, then they act in the spirit of Satan.

However, this does not give us free license to stoop to their level of mob-mentality and blind violence. We have to be better than those who are fueled by hate.

Regardless of our beliefs, we are all human. We bleed red, no matter the colour of our skin or flag. To face hatred and evil, we must be better. We must let our true colours be those of love, hope and optimism, not hate and division.

“Good and evil cannot be equal. Respond to evil with what is best, then the one you are in a feud with will be like a close friend.” (Quran, 41:34)

It’s a question everyone asks at some point: if there is a God, why do bad things happen? It can also be phrased in other ways, like “Why does God allow evil?” or “Why is there evil if God is merciful?”. It’s something that philosophers and thinkers have grappled with for centuries. Continue reading “The Problem of Evil – P1: Responsibility”→

The first time I fasted I was 18. I remember the splitting headache more than anything—always the headaches. Hunger I can manage, but the headaches are the ones that knock me down. I remember rushing home and preparing a massive dinner of Kraft Dinner, sandwiches, and a bevy of other dishes. And then, much to my surprise, I was barely able to stomach it. I was shocked to find that my stomach had shrunk its capacity during my fast.

A few weeks ago, the internet experienced a minor rumble about a story regarding a supposed fatwa issued by 42 clerics against Indian singer Nahid Afrin. International media caught wind and it became a story about religious clergy banning someone’s freedom of expression. As is the case with such a story, the world got riled up.

October 1, 2015

I’m sitting on the porch in my parents’ back yard, and I’m reminded just how many signs of life there are here. The green grass; the yellowing autumn leaves; the occasional ‘plick’ of water from the garden faucet; insects—butterflies, ladybugs, spiders, and more—going about their business; birds getting ready for the coming winter; the wind chime gently ringing soft notes in the breeze. I feel, for the moment, tranquil. I feel like a new phase of my life is about to start. I remember [being asked] once: “What stage of your life do you think you are in?” And the question didn’t seem weird or strange to me. It made perfect sense. Looking back on my life, I can almost section it out into chapters. Definitely for the past 8 years that I’ve been a Muslim. Reversion. Marriage. Divorce. Work. School. Graduation. Career. Engagement. Hajj. At certain points I feel that a phase of my life is ending just as another is beginning. Now there’s my life post-Hajj. Continue reading “Epilogue: “hajj” (The Hajj Journal)”→

September 29, 2015

It’s been a long, grueling day of travel.

It started with a hectic rush to the airport in Jeddah at 1 AM—I’d only gotten an hour of sleep after tawaf. People were just clamored together. There were 7 of us on the flight back to Edmonton: myself, Ahmed, Lubna, Husnain, Abdulrashid, Loreen and Fatima.

I got a seat near the back [of the plane], and didn’t have to share it with anyone. Score! That meant I could lift up the arm rests and sprawl across the three seats to sleep! Except the arm rests in this particular row of chairs were locked. And try as I might, I couldn’t lift them. I spent at least an hour or two (at intervals) trying fruitlessly to maneuver myself into a comfortable sleeping position.

September 27, 2015

My Hajj has officially ended.

The final rite of Hajj is to do one final Tawaf before leaving Mecca. It’s a way of bidding farewell to the House of God; after doing it, a pilgrim isn’t allowed to engage in commerce until they leave Mecca.

It was a bit stressful. We (Abdulrashid and I) were on the second level [of the Haram] when suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a stampede. We never found out what caused it. But one minute we were walking and the next there was a mob of people running toward us. It only lasted about 5-10 seconds, but it was terrifying. I saw Abdulrashid in front of me, and he stopped for a second, then turned and ran as the crowd came closer. I immediately ran to the edge of one of the indoor balconies and pressed myself against the balcony, gripping the stone ledge for my life. Some brave security guards jumped in and stood with their hands in the air, shouting at the crowd to be calm. Thank God nothing bad happened and no one got hurt. Continue reading “37. “Farewell” (The Hajj Journal)”→